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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

It's all about some things that some people never knew.


Closing Verse by me:

The old words blaze like embers
When the devil winds banshee
Blowing off dry Mojave;
Setting wildfires
In the kingdom by the sea.

Rhymes with "tragedy" Ugh, really dumb.

I Think There Was a Story or Something, Dunno

She, or he, was the first story or,
How she saw him, as a theme
Or, he wanted her to see him as a theme.
Or he didn't care about the story.
But she was determined to make a theme
Out of him. Or out of her living with him.
Or out of his living with her, and what she was to him.
She was the determined one. He was not determined.
Then she wasn't. He had no objection.
He did not know if there was something to object to.
They did not speak again.


James Joyce

I Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?



Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!

Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is.


And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow -- -
But you, dear love, too dear to me,
Alas! why will you use me so?

Not JJ anymore.


Maybe Money, Yes Maybe Money


Maybe money is the answer
To questions that are hard
Maybe money holds the secret
God is a banal retard
Fashion or hopes of climbing
Abstract out in the yard
Gold is the best security
When you live out in the yard
Or in the house, how nice it is in there I never knew who lived there
When you live out in the yard When you live out in the yard
When you live out in the yard
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You think and you hope that they will die
And then you'll find out
Your part is the Midas share.

Mirrors are no help, I cannot see myself.
Even my body is in pieces on the shelf.
If I am a vampire, it's a super secret I must keep.
But I just want to sleep.
I just want to sleep, but,
I have promises to keep. I have to get up.
I have to show up.
I've already grown up.
And life is a working week.
But I have little thoughts like lice in the back of my head.
Lay your eggs,
Hatch them,
Let me kill them
Before I am dead.




Girl, woman, co-builder of fragile sandcastles with me.
I am as silly as I appear to be.
In tinfoil shoes I blew hard on the coals.

(ok, charcoal briquets, lamb chops)
For our goals.
What were those? What star or stars up there?
What astrological theme?
Mount Wilson? We never quite got up there.
Nobody asked the question, no one cared.
And that's why I had no real shoes.

Eventually, one or the other had to choose.




p. I thought was a spook.
and just that,
but like twin yellowjackets circling a hot garbage can
For years and still, p. and r. have been one another's book.
Took, take, how many emails or phone calls will make
A truce a resolution between you and this piece of pollution?
I am hardly the solution either.
Who will be your next boyfriend?
Who?